Paranoia, anxiety, depression
It's a shapeshifter that always takes a hold;
of me, of everyone around me, and it takes a toll
Nothing can stop that sunken feeling, not even therapy sessions
It comes and goes but never truly lets go
The sun glows until darkness comes as easily as the wind blows
My fragile body it pushes me, it breaks;
like glass and in the aftermath, I feel the power in its wake
Shadows slowly tiptoe in the night;
compromising my sight as it holds me tight
But then the next morning arrives and puts up a fight;
vanishing my nightmares and keeping me alive
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Pieces Of A Puzzling Me
PoetryHey guys! Just wanted to start adding poems & hope you like them. This is my first time revealing my poetic side. 😊😊😊 Happy reading and writing!
